In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

“The game is truth or dare.”

I gulp. “Doesn’t look like any truth or dare that I’ve ever played…”

“That’s because it’s not,” he answers, just as his hand comes back to my pussy. “So, truth or dare?”

I think over his words, while trying to settle my body from falling for his touch.

“Truth!” I don’t want to do dare just in case he dares me to do something I don’t want to do.

His touch becomes frantic as his cock presses against my opening again. “Is it true that you want to fuck Kaizer?” Killian asks as he reenters me. I whimper against him, bending over even farther.

I don’t answer.

He goes deeper, thrusting inside of me relentlessly until I’m crying out in pain but moaning in pleasure. “True?” he asks. “If you say yes, Saskia, I’ll have Kaizer fuck you right here and now and I won’t give a fuck about it, but this would be the only time that you will be allowed. Do you understand?” No, I didn’t, because people fucked who they wanted for the final act. But I nodded, because he was terrifying right now.

“I understand,” I breathe out, slowly pressing myself against him and not caring that Kaizer is watching the whole thing.

Killian slams into me. “So do you want to fuck him?”

I shake my head. “No!” I cry out as he slams into me forcefully. Not fast. Just hard.

“Then stay the fuck off his dick.” His hand grips my hip as his other yanks on my hair, forcing my head back. I scream out when he pounds into me.

“Aw, come on, cuz, come cover her mouth…” Killian calls to Kaizer.

“With my dick?” Kaizer jokes, coming closer.

I freeze, stilling beneath Killian’s grasp.

It was small, but Killian’s thumb circles over my hipbone, and I don’t know if that was his way of reassuring me that he’d never let that happen and that he was just being exactly who he was, a fucking trickster, or if I was reading too much into it, but the motion went straight to my heart.

“Bring it anywhere near her and I’ll fucking cut it off.”

Kaizer chuckles, bringing the rim of his bottle to his mouth. “Damn, well, that’s new.”

Killian pushes into me harshly again and picks up the pace. With every thrust, my cervix shakes and screams, the life being torn out of me.

“Little Dragon, he’s gonna cover your mouth.”

I nod, just as my core tenses.

Kaizer’s hand comes to my mouth to shut me up as Killian continues to drive into me from behind. Within seconds, I can’t take the onslaught of pleasure anymore. My muscles lock up, my legs liquify and turn to jelly as I groan, biting down on Kaizer’s palm.

“Holy fuck,” Kaizer smirks, looking down at me with hooded eyes. “She fuckin’ bites?”

Killian groans, pulling out of me as hot liquid shoots out on my back. “Yeah. She does.”

I slowly stand, fighting my shaking limbs and dizzy brain from the weed. I snatch the bottle off Kaizer and bring it to my mouth. I didn’t intend to drink tonight, but I need a shot. One shot. Just to calm my nerves.

I ignore the drip of Killian’s cum slipping down my spine as Kaizer turns to make his way back to the party, shaking his head.

“Fucker!” Killian calls out, tucking himself away as I pull up my panties and shorts. “Get it now?”

Kaizer pauses, looking between Killian and I as if we’re both crazy. “Oh, loud and clear. Literally.” Then he turns and disappears back into the party.

“My Love” from Justin Timberlake starts playing. I lick my lips, reaching for my smokes in his pocket and grabbing one out.

Killian blazes it up with my Zippo and then lights his own, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke.

“Why’d you do that?” I ask, confused. I partly don’t want to look at him. The song is loud, corrupting the atmosphere, trying to shift it deeper than what it is. “You know that I haven’t been with anyone here, Kill. You know that I don’t just open my legs to—”

He pushes into me until I’m backed up against the RV, his legs coming between mine with his finger pressed against my lips. “Shut up. I’d never let anyone lay a fucking finger on you, much less their cock.”

His eyes search mine and I’m momentarily paralyzed by the way he makes me feel. “Why?”

He puffs on his cigarette, bringing his lips to mine and blowing smoke between my lips. I inhale it slightly before puffing it back out. His hand comes to rest on the side of my head. “Don’t know. I guess I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.” I shake my head, dropping my smoke on the grass and pressing it into the blades with the sole of my shoe.

“Nah.” Killian chuckles, but it’s not sinister. “I am.” He pushes up from the bus and releases me.